April 1st, 2005


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Morning. Morning brings green lungfoam. Coughing like a bastard, bringing up shit you could build a house with. This always happens when I have more than 20 a day. At least I slept.

I don't know why, but everything's happening a day late. A day's grace on the lack of sleep, a day's grace on hangovers, a day's grace on vomiting up my own breathing organs. I have no idea.

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